Maybe some of my readers recall a few posts from almost a year ago. Three in particular: this one, this one, and this one. All about my glasses going missing in the old apartment and my blaming Kitty Kitty.
Well- guess what?
Denver and I did some MASSIVE deep cleaning in the apartment yesterday.
I decided to go through our magazine rack and throw out the ones we'll never touch again.
Little did I expect to find my old pair of glasses smushed on the side of everything, burried since last August.
They were a little bent, but nothing unrepairable. The prescription is remarkably close to the replacement pair's.
I definitely prefer my new pair- they're much more fashionable and accurate for my vision, but at least now I know I have back up pair in the case either pair ever go missing again. :)
Knock on wood....
I'm sure that darn kitten put them in that magazine rack. She was always playing in it. I have no idea how I didn't think to look there 10.5 months ago...
